Saturday, November 15

Real Demon

I once was under your skin.
Knew every breath that you ever drew in.
Your secrets were safe here,
I was next of kin.

So why am I a ghost now?

Your feelings made your world.
Your universe built around how you were hurt.
Your every word was safe here,
You were what I deserved.

So why are you a ghost now?

Just a ghost
who never saw
the real demon

2 comments:

  1. *thumbs up*
    girl, that was great! :-)

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  2. Thanks DP! Kind of real personal poems all this page down, haha :p

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